Mikdash

Mikdash is a world in essential stasis. Though mortals continue to be born, live, strive, and die, the world itself has been essentially asleep for the last 1000 years.   Its current form was shaped by a war between law and chaos which ripped the land apart as gods and monsters strode the planet. The powerful nation of wyvern-riding dark elves who had dominated the world fell into decline as the chaos gods they worshiped were thrust back, their power bound by lawful gods who wished to impose order. In the end the violence was so great that Mikdash was shorn from the world tree and set adrift. Gods withdrew. The weave frayed and magic faded.   However, people, being people, are never just one thing or another. Striving amidst the ruins of the old empires and shattered landscapes new civilizations arose. And now even magic has returned, though the gods remain distant. Who are these miracle workers? These sorcerers and wizards? Delvers in the deep, dark places perhaps best left forgotten? Tenuous links to the divine? Or do darker, more ancient intelligences pull the mortal strings of Mikdash for their own inscrutable designs?